Mapogo Brothers Novels & Stories

I looked up at his face, breaking the first safety tip I had been told. This was a man of shadows, a man my father had sworn didn't exist, yet many times at night, I heard him curse at them. A man straight out of my nightmares. A man I hoped would never recognize me. “I fratelli Drago”, also known as the Draghi Brothers, were the worst nightmare of many Mafia lords. No one knew where exactly they came from, all we knew was they built a family, fast. Killing all their competitors, taking over families. They had murdered a boss last year, because he spilled a drink on one of them in spite. I had enjoyed watching them, following all their updates. My father called them monsters.

The journey to the land of Amah was very tedious for the two groups. This was because they had to pass through the forest unseen. It took the groups two days and a half before they got to the boundary bof Amah Kingdom. Jacquard's group was called MGA which meant mission group A while Jack group was called MGB which meant, mission group B. The leader of MGA was called Drake. He was the oldest among the boys and had more knowledge about different missions. He lead his boys to Amah Land and they pitched their tents in the forest a little farther from the kingdom.

Aaron gritted his teeth. Liam and Aaron move toward each other and kick each other with their legs to their stomachs. The fight begins with the brothers. To Be Continued

"Back then, doomBringer launched an alliance on the internet that gathered top hackers from Nord City and Bern City. They all joined hands anonymously, unaware of each other's identities. The skills of the members varied, and doomBringer organized a competition to select them. His style has always been distinctive, cementing his status as a legend in our forum. To this day, no one has managed to surpass him." Sage received the information sent by his subordinates as well. Upon reviewing the coding style of doomBringer, he couldn't help but notice his striking resemblance to that of Timothy. Sage fell silent. Could it be that Timothy was truly doomBringer? He had heard this story before. He h

Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance. Tricc swiftly knelt beside Bogo, his brothers by his side. The three siblings, each possessing a unique gift, knelt solemnly before Bogo, sensing the imminent danger looming over RiverBay Pack. With a shared nod, the triplets raised their hands, creating a protective barrier around Bogo as they focused their combined energies on breaking Floridia's hold over him.

“What happened with Jimmy?” Steve shook his head. “Gregory got himself in deep with that one. He beat the shit out of Jimmy to get information out of him. Jimmy is extremely well known in the forged documentation underground. He is not affiliated with any one group, but a lot of individuals offer him a level of protection because of the work that he does. Because Jimmy is so discreet, he has a lot of very loyal customers. From what I heard, it sounded like Jimmy was tortured.” Steve’s tone spoke to the gravity of the situation.

They do everything that many other kingdom's subjects can not do but still they stay scared. They have big, strong and beautiful houses but that house is not enough to protect them. Now you will think about protecting them from what? If they have everything then why are they not happy? Why do they stay scared? So the answer to your questions is they are scared of the Kings of their kingdom. Yes Kings, Dominic Mason and Hunter Mason both are brothers. And everyone is scared of them. Especially women of that kingdom try to not come in front of both brothers at any cost. Because if their beauty struck in any of the brother's eyes then that girl or girls are doomed.

But it was like they’d vanished off the face of the earth. No trace. No leads. “Maybe they left the country,” Lorenzo said, his voice full of despair. “Maybe they’re in Europe, or South America…” “No.” I stared out at the Chicago skyline. “They’re still here. I can feel it.” But a feeling wasn’t a lead. Our money was running out. The estate was sold. We moved into a small apartment. Lorenzo sold his last Rolex. I pawned the ring my father left me. The great Moretti brothers. Living worse than the people we used to rule.

Neither his sister nor his mother, nor Magus himself, ever thought that his father would mortgage the tavern. Not only did Mosi lose his family's millions in savings, but he also sold the Allen Tavern, which pushed the family into desperation. Without the Allen Tavern, how would Magus, his sister, and his mother survive in the Central Sacred Continent? Magus could forgive Mosi after he stopped caring for the tavern these years. He could also forgive Mosi for fooling around all day long and only coming back to ask for money when he ran out and losing the family's millions of savings.

His bright orbs met mine and he stood up. "Even after doing this all shit, you wont be considered a family. So save your concern for others, not us. And fucking stay away from my brothers. They're too innocent for your kinds and who knows they could get into some kind of trouble just because of you?" He rasped out as he took a step closer. I clenched and unclenched my fist, trying not to slap him across the face again. Last time, I slapped him but instead I got two in return from my dearest mother. How fucking fantastic.